Action: Wortle stands silhouetted in the doorway. His father, Lortle, is seen grunting lewdly in the foreground, masked in shadow. He is holding a picture.
Uh uh uaghh uh
Umm... what... why are you soughing and moaning in the dark, father?
Hoot? Well, you're old enough for me to tell you son. I'm vigorously masturbating. It's perfectly healthy and natural.
Why... Father? Why are you staring at a picture of me wearing a photoshopped wig?